As a boy, Richard Kerridge loved to encounter wild creatures and catch them for his back-garden zoo. There were Smooth Newts, mottled like the fighter planes in the comics he read, and the longed-for Great Crested Newt, with its huge golden eye.
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As a boy, Richard Kerridge loved to encounter wild creatures and catch them for his back-garden zoo. There were Smooth Newts, mottled like the fighter planes in the comics he read, and the longed-for Great Crested Newt, with its huge golden eye.
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